Maybe I’ve watched A River Runs Through It a few too many times

I know that the term for a skier who doesn’t have a clue what he is doing is a gaper, but what is the term for someone who doesn’t have a clue about fly fishing? 

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ESSAY: The Best Fly Fishing Reel Ever Made

Roger O'Keefe is forever indebted to the Pflueger Medalist.

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To Our New Secretary Of The Interior

While the confirmation of new Secretary of the Interior Sally Jewell has been universally praised by a broad spectrum of outdoor advocacy groups, Dylan Tomine has some more specific thoughts for the new Interior Secretary.

Dear Secretary Jewell—

First of all, congratulations on your Senate confirmation. As someone who makes a living  in the outdoor recreation industry, I am excited to have “one of our own” making the tough decisions about how this country uses its public land and water. Though I’m sure you won’t lack for various interests expressing their hopes for your tenure, I thought here at the beginning, I might presume to offer a few thoughts:

Read the rest of Dylan's letter.

One of Dylan's thoughts concerns the disclosure of the chemicals used in fracking for oil and natural gas.

Coincidently one of Jewell's first tasks will be releasing the Interior Department's proposal to regulate oil-and-gas “fracking” on public lands.

This SST has serious juju!

Bruce Hill's account of being reunited with his beloved SST jacket.

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Believe in Miracles: Casey Sheahan and Fly Fishing Wyoming’s North Platte

The Engagement Hole - Grey Reef

Wyoming windsock

Jack Murray talks fly fishing Wyoming's North Platte and more with Patagonia CEO Casey Sheahan.

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“Snap out of it, my love,” Sheena urged, “it was just a silly fish. Life will go on.”

One of my favorite reads is Drive Nacho Drive, a journal of the travels of Brad and Sheena as they slowly circumnavigate the globe in their trusty 1984 Volkswagon Vanagon Nacho.

Brad, Sheena and Nacho are currently in South America where they have been doing a little fishing in the northern Lakes District of Patagonia. In this post titled, "The Worst Day of My Life," Brad writes about one of those defining lifetime angling moments.

Soon, my line was taut, and pointed straight into the dark water at my feet. I still couldn’t see the fish, but I could tell that it was right in front of me. Suddenly she twisted, revealing the side of her body. A blaze of silver the size of a toddler flashed from beneath, and again the expletive stuttered on my tongue.

“FUH-FUH-FUH…!”

Give it a read